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CHAPTERNINE
CASH
I wake up the next morning with Ford lying half on top of me, a pool of drool on my shoulder. I don’t know why he does this, but he’s the cuddliest fucker on the planet. I shift beneath him, and he grunts, moving even closer to me.
“Get the fuck off,” I grumble and shove at him lightly.
He rolls off of me, his eyelids blinking open, and I smile at him.
“You drooled on me.”
“Don’t know why you aren’t used to it by now. Why the hell did you sleep over? Thought you were gonna leave.”
I run a hand over my face and sigh. “Yeah, well, you pinned me down and I couldn’t move.”
Ford sighs and then sits up, running a hand through his dark hair and making it stand up even more sideways than it was.
“Well, I’m glad you stayed. I’m worried we fucked it all up,” he says candidly.
I am too. I think we did.
“I mean you and I, we’re solid. And honestly, I’m not even mad that Ben is fucking you, but Ben—well, shit, he’s so fucking skittish.”
“Yeah.”
I know what he means. After the initial awkwardness of learning that we were both doing the same guy, nothing much changed. The blow job, while not forgotten, isn’t an obstacle at all. We just moved past it. It almost seems like it was meant to be. I mean, I’m barely even bothered that Ford is the other guy in this equation. Anyone else and I’d have lost my mind…but because it’s him, I mentally shrugged.
If it’s Ford, it’s fine.
“But the blow job was hot, Cash. Just sayin’,” Ford says, and I sigh. Apparently, I’ve moved past it, but he hasn’t. The thought of it, the three of us together, does things to my libido I don’t understand.
“Yeah, how about we don’t talk about that anymore.”
“Why not? It was sexy—you’re good with your tongue. I want to do that again.”
“With Ben,” I say, and Ford nods.
“Of course with Ben.”
“So, how do we get him to do it again?” Ford asks, standing up, his cock half-hard in his boxer briefs, his arms thrown behind his head as he stretches. My eyes swivel down to his cock, and I feel my own morning wood start to throb.
“Don’t know,” I say and then run a hand down my face. “I don’t fucking know.”
“Hm, well, let’s shower and we can brainstorm. I always do better after a morning blow job.”
I glower at him, and he winks at me, pulling his shirt off and heading to the bathroom.
“Come on, Cash. You had my dick in your mouth last night with Ben. Come wash my body!”
“Fuck you!” I shout and then sit up, looking around the room I’ve spent more than one night in. Usually in his bed. Usually waking up with Ford sprawled across me.
Maybe that blowjob last night was inevitable. I don’t fucking know. All I know is I’m not getting in that shower with Ford, and I’m not washing his goddamn body.
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